Hagrid did not speak, and for a moment the study fell silent.
Jin Ruyi and the Underworld have only emerged in the past two or three years, making a name for themselves due to their extremely high task completion rates and strong capabilities. They can be considered a formidable character.
Of course, the main contributors to his growing reputation are Grebok in front of him and his subordinate werewolves.
Even Lucius Malfoy, who never personally operated there, had heard about the conflicts between Grebok and the werewolves several times from the Ministry of Magic and some unofficial sources. In those conflicts, the werewolves suffered a major defeat, and even Grebok himself was almost killed by that Grebok.
To be honest, when Grebok mentioned wanting to inquire about someone, Malfoy had a hunch in his mind, and Grebok's subsequent answer confirmed his suspicion.
"I think you've found the wrong person, Grebok,"
Malfoy maintained a rigid posture and said indifferently,
"I don't have many friends in that stinking place, but if you really want to find out this person's identity, I can suggest you go to Cacus of the Flit family; he's the one who specializes in such matters."
"Oh... Cacus Flit,"
Grebok ground his yellow teeth and looked crazy, "We are not idiots, old friend. There is a rumor that Cacus Flit has a good relationship with the Grebok. If we go to him, that scoundrel may get wind of it in advance and run away!"
Hmph—
Malfoy issued a barely audible sniff of contempt and cold hiccup, but if he wasn't afraid of angering Grebok, he really wanted to remind him how his half-body came to be like that.
But it was very unfortunate that his cold huff was heard by the extremely sensitive Grebok, this wolf's eyes shone with malice and his face showed some changes,
"We acknowledge that the cunning little bastard is formidable, old friend, but this time is different. We've gathered a team and trained some new members. Just wait and see, old friend. I'll hang his skeleton on the statue of Merlin at the small square to remind everyone that the power of werewolves is not to be ignored!"
When Grebok's face changed, Malfoy almost took out his wand first to strike preemptively, but thankfully in the end, he managed to restrain his impulse.
Will you help Grebok find Grebok?
It's actually not a question. The key issue is what will happen next if they find Grebok.
If Grebok's group of dirty beasts manage to kill the Jin Ruyi, it would be of no benefit to Malfoy. However, if the Jin Ruyi really is very powerful, killing Grebok would put a lot of trouble for Malfoy. He believes that such powerful wizards can easily extract information from werewolves.
Lucius Malfoy, already in a state of great agitation due to the words of ArmostatBrian, had no desire to stir up more trouble at that moment.
"I'm sorry, Grebok--"
After weighing the pros and cons, Malfoy gave a decisive answer of refusal.
"Just as I said before, aside from the Flit family, I don't have many connections there either. My suggestion remains to go to the Flit family to inquire, of course, if you're worried that he might leak any information, it wouldn't hurt to visit the Flit family first... You've always been good at this, right?"
It's easy to refuse a gentleman's request, but it's not something you can just say 'sorry, I can't help' to Grebok this kind of madman.
"...The Flit family, there's no need for you to remind us, old friend. We've considered that..."
Grebok growled, a sound only a wolf-dog would make when threatened,
"But in the end, we decided to give it up. The Flits are well-liked in that place, and if we really went after them, it would be difficult for us to move around there... The magical world doesn't accept werewolves; we can't afford to lose that ground any more... And he's a very cunning fellow himself; his family is also very cautious... Ah, I see..."
In Malfoy's suddenly vigilant gaze, Grebok, who clearly showed displeasure, stood up.
"Don't you want to help us, don't you want to help these poor former old friends of yours."
In the current situation where Voldemort has fallen and the future is uncertain, any normal wizard would not want to have anything to do with you.
Malfoy, with a pale face, thought so. Just as he was trying to figure out what excuse to use to refuse, Grebok suddenly let out a piercing howl but didn't transform.
As Malfoy was still in a daze, footsteps echoed urgently from the floor above the study, followed by two familiar voices shouting in terror, causing Lucius Malfoy's expression to change dramatically.
"You actually dare to threaten my family, Grebok!"
Malfoy drew out the hidden wand from his robe and swiped it towards the wolf's triumphant eyes.
"If Narcissa and Draco suffer even a bit of harm, I swear by the honor of the Malfoy family that I will make everything related to wolves and wolf-dogs in Britain disappear completely!"
Malfoy roared angrily.
"Making werewolves your friends isn't easy, old friend. Do you really think I would just wander into the famous Malfoy Manor all alone to ask for your help?"
Fearless Grebok ignored the wand, which was almost touching his eyelashes, and sneered with impunity.
"What do you want to do!"
Malfoy's voice trembled slightly. His wand was aimed at Grebok's eyes, and with a slight movement of his wrist and a spell, he could end Grebok's life completely. But he dared not, because he knew that if he really acted, Narcissa and Draco's lives might not be safe!
Grebok did not answer the question, but instead retracted his silver hand into his cloak and groped for something. After a moment, he pulled out a paw.
The paw emitted an unpleasant smell, was all black and cracked, looking as if it had been scorched by a great fire.
Bang!
In Malfoy's bewildered and terrified gaze, Grebok cracked his mouth into a mad grin,
"In the underworld, you have to pay for help, and you know, we're all poor scoundrels who can't scrape up much gold. So, I'm offering my most valuable possession as payment, and I hope you take good care of it--"
Malfoy was certain that even if he knew that the Dark Lord had fallen on that day, his face would not have looked as bad as it did now.
Grebok greedily glanced at the gemmy peacock on the wall again, and then turned to leave.
"If we don't get any news for too long, old friend, we'll come back to visit again."
Clanging--
A deep voice resounded from behind the door, Lucius Malfoy slowly lowered his wand, and slumped down into the armchair...
